Tu Boca

Your mouth is like a flower
Beautiful, fresh, red, and pure
It's a spring of love
That cures the sorrows of love.

A miracle of ivory
A wonder of coral
A delicate and subtle ark
Where a glass breaks.

The soul of the one who kisses it
Will never be able to forget it
It remains forever captive
Will always have to kiss it.

Because your divine mouth
When speaking can be cruel
If it's so sweet and crystalline
It should be all honey.